((OOC: here i am! i don't know much about sao but i'll try my best to learn as i go!))
He couldn't believe the days events so far. The chubby otter sat at a table in the corner of the room, the large plate of food hardly touched. He drew little designs into the soft wood of the table with his claw, trying to seem calm while the inside of his head felt like static. He looked up at his username "wango_django" that he was originally so proud of but now just looked like a childish gag at his name.
Django thought about the amount of time and effort he had spent fixing up his old computer to run the new game, his fingers still sticky from the orange juice that was spilled on the keyboard so long ago. He thought about the helmet he had saved from being thrown away by a friend when she received a newer and fancier model. But most of all, he thought about the avatar he had made, muscles shining and the generated body the definition of fitness. Only to be ripped away from him to show the world what an unfit loser he really was.
The otter looked out the nearby window, unsure of how much time he had spent moping. He grabbed his cup and drank slowly, trying to clear his head before departing. He'd have to find a group to join and how could he if he was in such an unhealthy state of mind?